Running. Out of here, thinking about the places you’ll pass by and wanting to end in the same scene as Elizabeth in Pride and Prejudice – eyes closed, arms wide apart, feeling the wind wash through your clothes, soaking you, like water. Away, clean from the city toxic that had reached your brain. Gone.

Running. Out of here, thinking about the places you’ll pass by and wanting to end in the same scene as Elizabeth in Pride and Prejudice – eyes closed, arms wide apart, feeling the wind wash through your clothes, soaking you, like water. Away, clean from the city toxic that had reached your brain. Gone.

There are three things that have become constant in my life so far: my love for taking photos, my penchant for traveling, and my utter need for writing. Welcome to my little notebook of dreams and daydreams.